The Maserati's tires shredded vegetation and flung gravel in its wake as Vixen guided the powerful machine away from the cliff's edge, the engine growling like a caged beast.
"Yeeeesh, bellezza..." Bianca's smoky voice crackled over the comm link. "You really did a dance number all over that capo road crew."
Vixen felt a wolfish smirk tug at her lips as she downshifted and tore around another hairpin turn, putting even more distance between herself and that scorched killing ground. "Those meatbags were dead set on ventilating me, Lady Bia. Didn't leave me much choice in the matter, did I?"
"Yeah, well..." There was a pause as Bianca audibly exhaled a plume of smoke. "Walkin' inna bar after a night like this, you'll fit right in with La Famiglia, that's for damn sure. Pretty sure you splattered enough of the Moretti boys' viscera across that mountainside to leave their cleaning crews scrubbing for months, carina."
